With One Foot After Another

Looking back, at the days behind me, wonderin'where I turned wrong? I gave my heart to you, and asked for nothing in return. I gave you my warmth, and my life, and still nothing asked from you. Our paths were intertwined many times, you always found me as I did you. You became so much, you knew me, the real me. I wondered how something so right from the start, would be condemned in the end. It's been days since, weeks, and months even. I knew nothing of pain, until my voice could say your name. I remember that night, it was dark, like a purple veil had enveloped the world. You stood by my window, gently throwing pebbles so I would come your way. I heard you softly chant my name, it blended well with the sounds of the night. I opened my window, and was greeted by the sweet drops of rain. They cascaded down my face, forming to the curves. I had wondered why you came for me, why you had to pick this day of them all. I was over you, I knew we'd never be. I had let that dream sail, and then it was docked at a hidden harbor. Still, you had come to me, maybe it was because you knew I'd be leaving, not likely to return. I peered from my window, as you got closer to me. You held white roses in your arms, my favorite, you always knew me. You begged me not to go . . . and I felt this pain in my heart. Whenever you touch me, whenever you held me, whenever you loved me . . . It hurt. You killed me Dearest of them all, with just a simple touch. You never knew that I'd love you the most, and tonight would be our last. You wanted me to sneak away with you. But in my heart I knew it wasn't right, I had just given up on us tonight. It took all the strength I had, it took all the courage I knew. . . For me to close that window on you. I knew by doing this it was the end. I knew that I'd be shutting you out for good, but I needed my life. That life, the one before you, the one to follow after. My shaky hands reached for the window, your eyes silently pleaded with me to stop and listen, but it was over, my dream was over. I shut the window, and turned out the lights . . . I continue with one foot in front of the other. Written February 6th, 2002 © on Feb 06 2002 10:26 AM PST   18 • 0 • 8